Dao's reputation had already been established with his previous work, "Little Tadpoles Looking for Their Mother," which not only made him famous in China but also made him known to many netizens around the world.
After all, this is one of the few companies that can compete with Disney and Japan.
Therefore, when Dao's second work appeared, it quickly caused quite a stir on the world forum.
"No way, Dao released another work? This time it's in color."
"It seems that Dao is unwilling to accept his low ranking, so he has released all his best works."
"It's strange. Why are Dao's works always so unique? I can tell from the content that it must have been published by Dao."
"It seems that Dao really likes to fill his works with Chinese culture, and he does it very well."
"This work doesn't look like something from ancient China; it's probably not a cultural work from China."
"Dao's strength is formidable. Even amidst a gathering of experts, his ranking has still risen by leaps and bounds."
"..."
For the vast majority of netizens, Dao's works are of good quality, that much is undeniable.
After all, 90% of creators who dare to release their work at this time have considerable confidence in their work.
Moreover, Dao had already proven his ability with his previous work.
Therefore, netizens around the world do not pay much attention to the quality of Dao's works, but rather focus on Dao's ranking.
Only rankings are truly reliable.
Of course, there are exceptions, such as Qi Ming.
Since being reprimanded by his teacher last time, Qi Ming's focus on the Dao has increased dramatically.
It has been upgraded to the level of personal strategy.
At that moment, he was frantically studying the novel "Little Tadpoles Looking for Their Mother".
The more I study it, the more unfathomable it seems.
Even though he was considered one of the best of his generation, when faced with Dao's works, he felt as if he were facing the heavens directly.
He stood on the ground, looking up at the sky.
The other side, meanwhile, was high in the sky, looking down upon the earth.
This sense of powerlessness did not defeat him; instead, it fueled his desire even more.
Suddenly, Qi Ming overheard his colleagues discussing Dao's work. He initially thought it was the original work, but it turned out that Dao had released a new one.
It immediately caught his attention.
He temporarily put aside his research and turned to another of Dao's works.
As he watched, Qi Ming's expression turned strange.
Although the colors in the works became more vibrant, he couldn't see anything particularly outstanding about them artistically.
After patiently reading it through, Qi Ming read it again and, after confirming that this work might be a compromise made to the market, stopped paying attention to it.
However, just as he was preparing to continue studying his previous work, his teacher approached him.
"Have you seen Dao's new works recently?" the teacher asked bluntly.
Qi Ming hadn't expected his teacher to ask this question, but he still nodded and said, "I've seen it."
"What are your thoughts?" the teacher asked again.
"It's very ordinary, far inferior to Little Tadpole's work. Perhaps Tao compromised with the market, which is why this work exists today."
After thinking for a moment, Qi Ming spoke, observing the teacher's expression as he spoke.
The teacher's expression was calm, but after he finished speaking, he shook his head.
"What do you think of the level of Tao?" the teacher asked.
"The skill level is very high," Qi Ming replied.
"So do you think he will compromise with the market?"
This question stumped Qi Ming instantly.
A hint of understanding flashed in his eyes, and he shook his head, saying, "No."
“It’s good that you think that way. A master like Dao could not create such a masterpiece without a certain state of mind.”
The teacher was very satisfied with Qi Ming's awakening.
"But teacher, I can't understand this work. It just seems so ordinary," Qi Ming asked, voicing his confusion.
"It's normal not to understand. I don't understand it either, teacher." The teacher said something that surprised Qi Ming.
"Because this is a mural, it's a completely different style from ink painting," the teacher said, as if knowing what Qi Ming was thinking.
"A mural?" Qi Ming asked in surprise.
"Yes, if I'm not mistaken, these are murals from the Mogao Caves."
Ring ring.
As they were talking, the teacher's phone rang. Qi Ming didn't speak, but silently looked at the teacher.
I don't know who called the teacher, but the teacher's expression kept changing as she answered the phone.
A moment later, the teacher hung up the phone, and her expression returned to normal.
He looked at Qi Ming and said, "My friend just called me and confirmed my guess. This work is based on a story from the murals in the Mogao Grottoes."
Qi Ming nodded; he had heard of the murals in the Mogao Caves.
"Do you mean this is an animated film created by copying the story in the mural?" Qi Ming asked.
“That’s right,” the teacher nodded.
The murals in Mogao Grottoes are numerous and varied; no matter how skilled the Taoist priest was, it would be impossible to create all the stories depicted in the murals.
"Do you still think this work is ordinary?" the teacher asked.
Qi Ming fell silent; he didn't know how to answer.
The teacher seemed to know what Qi Ming was thinking, so he smiled and said, "Leaving aside how amazing the murals in Mogao Grottoes are, they are at least one of the treasures of mankind."
"Dao's painting skills are very high. He can not only restore the content of the mural, but also restore the form and spirit of the mural."
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